Sutoratosu

I mean, personally I felt that up till now with the exception of a few scenes, the pacing was decent enough... I for one have even been explicitly waiting for a certain number of post before continuing with Lucille individual scenes, so... but then again, I was around for both Ymora and the original PA and have seen just how fast shit can get, so... my definition of "too fast" is likely different from alot of you guys, probs the same for anyone else who was there too. But... I guess if some folks feel like they can't keep up, we can slow it down, yeah...just try not to overcompensate for that either, cause uh... we all know the issues that overly slow activity has caused in the past around this place. Tends to be like Arsenic for these types of things...

seems someone's read a bit too much Rick Riordan in their spare hours...

Arya She decided to ignore the sudden fluster from Layla and ever smug look from Esyllt as she had her cake and ate it too. If layla didn't want them to know about whoever it was, she probably had her reasons, and there were more important things to focus on, might as well just let it go. "Actually..." she spoke up at the mention of the library. "In class this morning... I heard a few girls behind me talking about that... something about seeing things that weren't there or people acting strange... I didn't really think to pay too much attention to it or give it any stock though; I mean, before all...well, this, half the gossip around here were just flames and egos being stoked and the other half was utter crap, so..." Looking back on it... perhaps it would've been wise after all to give em a bit more acknowledgement. t wasn't like she'd have suffered much from splitting concentration from the lecture... "Either way, Esyllt does have a point. No harm in checking it out, considering yesterday and all..."

"By the goddess... what happened here...?" She gazed out over the destruction and carnage as they entered the field, the undead instantly catching her eyes as they shambled closer in their fetid, ungodly manner. She'd stayed quiet all throughout the little meeting with the pyromancer... she had nothing to say to someone so clearly like Klaren, just the sit of the woman basking in the flames, seemingly oblivious to her burns with a look or pure ecstasy on her face...another lunatic, figures. And the fact that there was an entire village alight hadn't given much a good impression either... But as she stood there, met with the sight of walking corpses... what ever suspicion of the woman's involvement was washed away... especially with that hooded figure, far in the distance, just looming there, ominous... there was great darkness afoot here, she could feel it. "They're abominations...all of them..." she said coldly to all in her general vicinity, gripping her staff in both hands as she watched Ecq and terrin head off to take the fight to them. "Put them back to rest where they belong... and find the godless bastard who did this and make sure he joins them...not even the goddess has mercy for such an atrocity as this" With that said, she took after the Wyvern Rider and mage, staff at the ready, just in case... Move to G19, heal Ecquis (if he takes damage)

so hey ya'll... remember that support convo me and huk were making yesterday.. well uh... after several hours of us slaving over a hot text editor, we made ya'll some nice ass copy pasta to enjoy. Here, come look, I set it right into the post before the timeskip http://www.pokemonreborn.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=21880&page=21#entry559209

wait, what? hang on, dafuq... *goes and checks*

Well... this brings "Getting ninja'd hard" a whole new meaning now...

Well damn, I was really hoping to build up a support trust fund like we got with Ecquis... alright, guess I'll talk to huk via pm or on the server about what we wanna do... cause yeah I get the feeling there was gonna be a lot more to that scene...

alright, aye, the Edits be done, shiri. included the up to medium part and went ahead and tweaked her attire a little bit as well since... it was 3am when I made that thing.

It was never my intent to have her be able to control flames conjured and controlled by other Lumen users (cause yeah, that does begin to border on broken, hence why I restricted the "Other" types of fire she can wield besides her own to mundane ones), so I've got no real issues with that... and only small to medium for mundane fires at that is fair enough I suppose... I'll edit it into the sheet

"My brother..." was all she said, closing the book. "The only one I had, really...after our parents were gone. Wasn't the first one I failed...that was mama. But he was definitely the first one to get killed because of me." She could still remember it, even now, despite so many years trying to forget that awful moment... that look in his eyes, those words he whispered... the screams afterwards... yes, Freyl may have been the first to explicitly die because of her, but he hadn't been the last..."look at us though, sitting here, talking about it as if it actually changes anything. Whether what I saw was actually him or just some sad delusion, mine is still cursed company either way...I don't even know why I'm risking this, being so selfish... I had a rule, Meredith. I was supposed to follow it, stay distant, never more than a few days at most... stay long enough to help, but never to put down roots. And it was working, for a time at least... and then I went and broke it to join you all...I know beyond a doubt, if I'm linger too long it's going to happen all over again, and I just dread even thinking about it...good people, people like you and Ecquis and the others... I should never have brought my curse to you all. Enough kind souls have paid the price for it already." Only then though, did she finally notice Mere's eyes, as she looked up again. She knew naught what the woman would be misty for, but... maya couldn't blame her either way. She'd done more than her share of crying, till eventually there was no point even doing it anymore... "Meredith...are... are you alright?" "Surely you don't know the company you keep. To me, the name "Undying" is a curse. It was not forged out of heroism... just the fervored want to survive. I cannot die. No matter what happens... I never die. No matter what horrors I inflict I just don't die. It wasn't a matter of luck in that first battle. I've done terrible things... I've killed the people I was sworn to protect. Of course, they attacked me... but... I still broke my oath. I killed my own country men. Their blood directly stains my hands... I think it's their way of punishing me. That I have to live with the images of their faces every day in my head.That I can't die until I make amends for what I've done. I don't even know if it's possible." Meredith placed the spear across her lap, she turned it over and over. Just staring at it. She heard the words Maya had said but... she didn't really believe them. She didn't want to refute her feelings but... the woman did nothing wrong. She only thought she had. "Maya... I don't know what happened. But it isn't your fault. You didn't drive that weapon through anyone. I don't care how many people have died around you... it's not your doing. This world is cruel. And much more cruel to others. You can't save everyone... when you try, you end up bloody and alone. But, in my case... you end up with the blood of everyone on your own hands as well. I killed them. I choose to. Me. I'm the one who decided my life was more important... and in doing that I became what I never wanted to be. They called me a hero for it. A twisted mockery of my own dream... as if to spit on my own person. If anyone's cursed... at least you didn't choose yours. My curse is of my own making. It's penance for the wrongs I have committed." "you sound just like the old man" she muttered. "Don't blame yourself, you can't save everyone, this is fate...but see, there's something inherently different between us, Meredith. Even though you may well have walked this road of your own free will... you still possess the power to determine your own fate. You choose to atone, and look at you now. Maybe you aren't the shining knight who is free of blood, but like it or not, what you're doing here... you're still a hero of sorts... just not the one they make you out to be... false heroes are born of propaganda and lies and care only of fame and coin. Real ones though... they actually care about the validity and justness of their actions, and when those actions don't sit well in their conscious, they try to set things to rights. I don't see you bearing the colors of Roswell's forces, and your words rung true enough to stay even Rosa's blade... whether you'll let yourself believe it or not, Meredith, you are a true hero... despite whatever you might've done or the mistakes you made. You can atone for those sins, and your curse can be broken, with enough determination..." She gathered her staff and stood, eyes fixed on the sky overhead, recalling for just a moment, the sweet taste of freedom Ecquis and Morgan had given her... however fleeting it had been. "But I'm not like you, nothing like you at all. You don't understand what I mean when I say my very presence brings death. Surely... you've had to notice something off about how our opponents act, when I'm near one of you trying to help. They don't even so much as look at me, Mere... just rush for someone else, even when I'm the most logical target, the most vulnerable. And even in those rare cases where they have in the past, before I came to you all... they always hesitate or change their minds or...something. I've seen swords originally meant for me instead change their course to cut down friends, mages scouting out targets decide to avoid me for no reason, even Archers taking aim pause and ultimately change their quarry at the last moment. And that's exactly the way my own mentor died...Don't you see, Meredith?" She turned, staring right at the woman, eyes a strange and undecipherable mix of clashing emotions."Your actions might have led you down this road, but they can also just as well give you a way out of it now. But whatever malicious force follows me? I'm a slave to it, it's pet. regardless what I do, what I say, what I try, the hands of Fate that should strike me down always divert to someone else... always servers another's thread... and then they just laugh at me as I try so desperately to stop the inevitable... for she knows there's only so many times I can bring someone back from the brink so rapidly in succession... but for Fate, there is no such limit to how many times her shears can flash and snip." Her hand clenched the staff as she continued, fingers white as bone as she shook, shaking her head and she grinding her teeth. There was no sorrow there, anymore, no dejected reminiscence, only fury, fury all too obviously meant for no one but her own self. "My very existence is like Poison... Mere; simple as that. From my own brother, to Noble Bandits, Smugglers trying to get food and medicine to the poor, to Freedom Fighters like the Misguided Children, It's all the same. I'm just a Viper who doesn't have to bite. Where I go, good men and women will always end up taking the death sentences meant for me. I can't stop that...I'll never be able to stop that... not unless I remove myself entirely. But before I do that... I want to see Roswell pay...for everything. For the lives he's wasted, the suffering he's caused his own people, the name of the Goddess that him and that false prophet of a high priestess are sullying." "Even if I atone... those people never get their lives back. My curse isn't that I can't die. It's that while I'm alive I will forever remember their faces. I will forever remember that I broke my oath of my own decision. No matter how many I save... I shouldn't be here. I should've died back then... with the rest of my ill-fated unit. But, if I die now those people lost their lives for nothing. I killed them for nothing. So... I can't. My words to Rosa weren't something courageous.. I hoped she kill me." She place her hand on Maya's shoulder. But, didn't look at her. She breathed deeply. "Fate is what you make of it. You have the same control of yours as do I. No matter what I do in the future Maya, I made my fate in the past. I can never change what I did to those people. You may be a Viper by your own words... But, I am a monster and always will be. I killed innocents just trying to stand up for themselves. I will always be that hideous monster. No matter what I do... Fate didn't cut their strings. I took Fate's scissors from her hands and cut their strings myself. So, there is a vast difference between us. While you can take the reins of your fate... you can still control them. I have proven that when I control them... I do terrible things. And yet... we are the same. We blame ourselves for things we couldn't know at the time. We blame ourselves for the faults we didn't control. Don't blame yourself. You deserve better than to punish yourself for the cruel twistings of fate. Those deeds don't stain your hands and they never will. They aren't born from you. At least you never took an innocent life by your own hands... you never lied about who you were. I have done those things. The world sees me from what I've put forth. Even if I change that image... the stone I carved myself... will always be there. My curse will never lift. I'm an oathbreaker. The worst of filth in this world. Anything I do in the future will never be enough to atone. Good people died for me to be here. They lost their lives for the greatest kind of traitor to live. The person who betrayed them self. You want to know why I can't die Maya? I died a long time ago." Meredith said this and with a about face, she walked away. Not in a huff, not in a hurry. She just faded into the distance. A walk... of an injured soul.

Finished my App. It's a bit rough on the backstory, but eh... gotta make do with what info one has, I suppose... only so much depth I can go into here.

Say ya know, now that ya mention it, alot of the concepts here do look a similiar RWBY...like, A loooooooooot... Alright then, TY Dobbs...

Yo, Anny (that's what we called ya around here back in the day and all, so, figured I'd just stick with it) how outlandish can we get with the weapon designs, just out of curiosity? Like, should we mostly keep it grounded in some type of reality/ practicality, or are RWBY-esque shenanigans allowed?

Character Name: Rame Nero Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: A lean and toned girl with a complexion so pale it's almost translucent, standing approximately 5'6" and 52Kg. An unkempt mop of hair whiter than virgin snow frames her face and extends down her shoulders. Her eyes are a deep scarlet that seem to glint under certain lighting, and burn with bright radiance when she uses her lumen. Her heart shaped face is marked by a straight, roman nose, and within her chest pulsates an ever present light, it's scarlet radiance easily visible through her skin. A series of circular scars run around the circumference of both her wrists, looking much like where some type of restraints once bit into the skin... Backstory: Personality: Lumen: Braith Weapon of Choice: Sambo Possessions:

It's obvious adam/whatever God's name was...

Alright so to make sure I get the basic gist of how lumen: it is basically like the force in that it is a living, quasi/possibly sentient permaneance present in all things, and like it, some users are just naturally stronger in it than others. Unlike the force though, lumen nigh always manifest itself in a unique way depending on the user, rather than there just being bog standard abilities and techniques common amoung all users, with just a few unique and rare abilities (ex battle meditation, shatter point) popping up. Is this right? Cause already, I'm getting some ideas on what I wanna run...

...so we're playing this game now? She sighed, sitting down beside Mere begrudgingly and letting her staff fall to the ground beside her. She stared at the barren ground of the road, once lush and fertile ground long since beaten into submission by so many countless feet over the centuries... just like her own soul. His face, his voice, his cloths... it was him exactly as she remembered, right down to how he talked to her. One way or another... she was certain. That was beyond a doubt Freyl. Regardless whether he was a specter or a mere delusion, his words still rang in her mind even now You're still alive and well...it wasn't all a waste. I'd call that alright enough in my books. So long as you're still safe... "...I saw him, Meredith. It's been years and years since it happened... and yet there he was, right there with me... trying to cheer me up." She gave a laugh, a bitter one, more of a scoff, really. From the folds of her vestments she retrieved an old book, bound of ebony leather and worn thin with age, pages yellowed and binding bent- it was obvious as she opened it the thing had seen more than it's fair share of use, and had Meredith ever fought Dark Magic users before or looted their bodies, she might well be able to identify it as none other than a Tome of Sin. "As if someone like me deserves such a thing. He always did try to be the noble one, always putting me and other urchins before himself; what we wanted, what we needed, how we were doing...always for me, always for some younger kid we found, never once for himself. Fought for me, stole for me, even picked up this bedamned book and the magic it taught because he thought it would help him better protect me... I don't deserve his kindness, his efforts...not anymore. Not after...everything I've caused...everyone I've failed to save..."

Why isn't she saying anything? Why... why drag me out here... if you're just going to stay quiet? She could feel it. The awkward silence growing as they walked. Growing like the yawning abyss of death... the jaws of oblivion gaping wide and preparing to swallow everything whole. Eventually, she could stand it no more. She stopped dead in her tracks, giving a glance over her shoulders at the others far in the distance. "Meredith..." she called as the other woman kept walking. "enough. I know the real reason you brought me out here..."

Well... at least she's not immediately interrogating me about...that..."Oh...s-sure..." She already knew full well where this was most likely heading, and even despite having some faith in Mere, she still dreaded it. Well... at least the story would be told alone. It was best the rest of them didn't hear it anyways... she didn't know how many of them would've believed her, but why bother chancing that it would distract from the goal ahead? Afterall... the sooner Roswell's head was on a pike, the sooner she could leave them before it all happened yet again...that was, of course, assuming she even could stop things from happening again "Lead the way... I suppose."

I've skimmed the thing, still need to read a bit more indepth, but for the moment, you've got my attention. I may have some questions later on, like the others...

who am I kidding...this is pointless. She barely even paid attention to what is in the bags anymore. One way or another, it really didn't matter that much. So long as the staff by her side was intact, she could pull any of them back from the brink of most things... or at least try to. Yes, try to... Because trying was all there was; trying and failing, and watching as it all ends up the same regardless. Trying to tell myself anything otherwise is just self-delusion at this point...just accept it already. It'll be easier if you just don't get your hopes up. The was a hand on her shoulder, just as she was finishing with the supplies. She expected it to be Meredith or perhaps Ecquis. She really didn't feel like facing either right now, to be honest. Or any of them, really. "I'm not much in the mood to talk..." "Aye. I can see that. You should really try smiling a bit more though, ya know... been such a long time since I've seen that." She froze, dropping one of the bottles of salve unto the ground where it hit with a dull thud before tumbling in the dust. That...that voice...no...no, you can't be...She turned, slowly... hesitating as she gazed over her shoulder, not wanting to believe it, but not daring to simply ignore it either. And to her horror, there he was. Just as he'd appeared all those years ago. "H-how...?I saw you...the plaza...the stage, the crowd...no...t-this can't-" "...this is really no way to be thinking, ya know." He glossed over the question like it was nothing. "Everyone's gonna be counting on you to help out, and here you are, standing around, mopping. What do I always tell you? It's gonna be alright..." "...you're wrong. So, so terribly wrong..." "Oh? And just how am I wrong, pray tell? You're still alive and well...it wasn't all a waste. I'd call that alright enough in my books. So long as you're still safe..." "Alive? Well? Safe? At what cost, you fool!? Papa, Mama, You, Donalto, the Greys! All of you! you think this is alright, how this cycle has continued over and over again!? It's not, damn it!!" "..." the man gave no response, only looked expectantly towards the others in her group. Only then as her own gaze drifted to them as well, did Maya realize just how loud she'd let herself get in her agitation... there was no way in hell at least a good portion of them hadn't heard the little tirade. Great...just great... she'd probably drawn attention... the very last thing she could've wanted right now. By the goddess...this whole mess just keeps getting worse. "You-" He was gone by the time she turned back around. No footprints in the dust, no rustling of leaves in the undergrowth. The horses stood as idle and oblivious as ever, some grazing, others staring off or simply snorting at her previous, abrupt volume. Whatever weight of a palm she'd felt on her shoulder felt as if it had never been there at all, not even the lingering sensation of pressure that fades in a few seconds... It was like he'd never been there to begin with. Not even Maya herself was certain of it...could it have really all been in her head? There certainly wasn't any evidence of it being real... and it wasn't like fully-dead men got up and started walking again, not without it being the product of either a miracle or a horrible abomination against nature. "Freyl..."

Eh, come on, no need to apologize bro, stuff happens. It ain't like we gonna die from having to wait just a bit longer. Hell, infact, this just gives a bit more time to engage in shenanigans interactions, so no biggy. Plus it's pretty bullshit when people pull that type of stuff of cancelling and then deciding to uncancel right at the last minute, so... no one can blame ya getting caught up in whatever that mess is.

So uh... I heard you needed some more people, eh? Well... to that I say good sir...count me in